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The Secret
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People I Have Known I have a little secret
I am not supposed to tell
Of dark and deep deceptions
And the day the angels fell.
My daddy says he loves me
Especially each night
Shows me that he doesn't lie
When he holds me oh so tight.
Mommy's not supposed to know
This dark secret we both share
She would ruin everything
If she knew he touched me there.
I wish that I could tell her
When the blood begins to flow
Maybe she could stop the pain
Just because it hurts me so.
One hot night I could not keep
This dark secret that I hide
Mommy found me soaked in lust
And she cried and cried and cried.
Daddy knew she understood
And he took a kitchen knife
Sliced across the tender throat
Of the woman he called wife.
Then he came to me and said
I warned you never to tell
Took the bloody knife once more
And I died right where I fell.
He raped our lifeless bodies
And then left us all alone
Set fire to the evidence
No sad tears for what was done.
But fire was our final friend
Leaving just the truth behind
To bring my dad straight to hell
With no love from all mankind.
My mommy's name is Angel
And I am her "angel dear"
But my real name is Secret
There is nothing now I fear.
I live among the angels
Where daddy will never go
Mommy Angel holds me tight
Her love I will always know.
How tragic! You took a horrible subject and wrote a very moving piece. Sickening to think that ANYONE could commit such an act....but it happens wich such frequency. I'm sure the "angels" are looking down upon you with love in their hearts. Peaceful at last.
Kris
A soul searching piece. Heart rendering.
Movingly explorative of the human condition.
Yet hopeful in all of its angellic beauty!
Ugonna
Goodness, gracious, me! What an extremely powerful and deeply disturbing piece, all-in-one. The tale of the tragedy is almost told like an Allen-Poe horror; precisely unwinding until the reader is wide-eyed in shock. It finishes well, but that Angel Mommy would have been better put had she found Angel Secret when she had been given her first one to keep. And Demon Daddy, he is a long forgotten nightmare that ever was.
Amazing writing.
Richard.E.
This poem touched me deep into my soul. Not many can write such a tragic, controversial piece as you have and give it life. I felt their pain and wanted it to end. But I didn't want to end with death. Yet, unfortunately, sometimes the only escape is death. I hope amongst the angels they fly in heavenly beauty and maybe can help stop other abusers. God bless you. Hugs.